Brenna/D7/Unfinished

My hair is usually left down, not in a pony tail, or any such sort of hair style. I like to push it back with a headband so it won't get in my eyes and distract me. Unlike one of my cousins, I have no need to hide my freckled face with hair, because, somehow, I ended up with no freckles. My cousins family has a bad case of skin blemishes, but my mothers side of the family seems to be pretty clear... Thankfully.

I have rather delicate looking hands. The palms are... well, they look like any other palm, but my fingers are longer than anyone I know (not too long) and I can overextend my fingers, if need be. Another feat, such as overextended fingers, that I feel accomplished at, is the raising of one eyebrow. I know some people can't raise either eyebrow, but I am proud to say I can do both eyebrows, one at a time. This skill of mine is handy, because I can use it to show skepticism, which I seem to do a lot.

But back to clothing. I am not fond of skirts. Admittedly, they do look nice, but they put a restraint on the movements I can do in a day. I prefer pants, but a good pair of pants that look nice are hard to find unless you want jeans, and jeans are pretty limited too. So overall, what I wear on the bottom half of my body varies from pants to skirts. In all honesty, as long as the outfit looks good it doesn't matter to me, because no matter what I wear, it won't make a difference with my freedom of movement.

For the most part, I like to wear sleeves on my shirts. I find spaghetti straps like to fall off my shoulder, and halter tops don't work in keeping the shirt up. My normal torso apparel includes a shirt of some kind and a jacket, which of course also varies. I mean, I can't wear the same clothes every day, so how could I possibly describe to you my entire closet? When it comes to handbags, I find them unnecessary.

Makeup. Oh, goodness, that stuff. A nuisance really, it's not like I over enjoy putting it on, but it does make me look much better than I would look without makeup. When it comes to eye liner, I don't exceed the colors of brown and black. Other colors just look strange. Mascara, I place only at the ends of my lashes, so I don't have to wash off as much make up, but I also still look good. Eye shadow as a rule isn't used to too much extent. I like using gold, or pale, pale blue or lavender, but I haven't used a strong color in forever, and I certainly don't plan to. Blush, I find completely unnecessary. Lipstick: unless it's dark red or bright red, I don't use it, because all other colors are just ugly. Of course, if you use black lipstick correctly, I've always thought it could look pretty hot, but I'm not one to try new things like that.

Work outfit. What's my job? I hand out milk bottles every day. It's not very exciting, but at least I'm paid. What do I wear? I'm not even allowed to choose. I get this strange striped apron to wear over whatever outfit I've got. I also get a white cap, which isn't too bad, but it is brightly labeled with the "Milkman" logo.

Personality:

Likes:
I have an adoration for luxury. A lust that is almost insatiable, but quite ignorable. I like the feel of plush pillows and velvet sofas, and soft carpet under my feet. I like crystal chandeliers and cold marble pillars. I admit, even to myself, this is not a good wanting. For someone who will never own this luxury, wanting it is a hopeless cause. It will just bring me unhappiness. That's why I've learned to ignore it.

I like things that are soft and smooth, like wool, before it's been turned into a sock, or a sweater. Or my cats fur. There's something soothing about stroking velvet and feeling that fuzzy feeling under your fingertips.

I prefer coolness over heat, and cloudy weather over sunny weather. It's just one of those things I like, but can't explain why. I like the toned down relaxing colors, like purple, blue, and green, over bright angry colors like red, orange, and yellow.

Dislikes
Let's just say it's easier to state my dislikes than to state my likes. What do I hate most? Overly happy people/music/stories/anything. There's something I loathe about that overly happy cheerful tune or person. My outlook on life is not to always look on the bright side, and generally I dislike the relentlessly happy people who just don't seem to get the horribleness in life, like death.

What else do I hate? I hate being underestimated. People look at me and think, "I'll lift that for her" or "She's not that tough at all". Part of this comes from being a girl, but I know some pretty tough girls, and there's been plenty of winners from the games who are girls, so there's nothing here to say "Girls are wimps". But somehow people like to jump to the conclusion that I'm less than I really am. I know in a strategical way, it's a good view to have, but it really does get frustrating.

What I loathe the most: When my mom picks what I have to wear. Oh God... I won't even go into that topic.

In General
My skepticism I think has hit a limit. If I got anymore skeptic about something, anything, I'd die. My mom says I just have mental problems and I can't appreciate people's accomplishments, I can only appreciate people's failures, but I don't think that that's really a bad thing.

My mom also thinks I'm a psychopath so her opinion doesn't always count.

Well, she does truly think that, honestly. I mean, she takes me to a psychologist once a week. I act all sweet and normal for them to prove I'm not bloodthirsty crazy, but the doctor seems to think I am a psychopath, so I must have misunderstood the meaning of the word.

So then I looked it up. It said that psychopaths can't tell the difference between something bad and something good. Like murdering someone isn't a bad thing in their mind. I told mom this and she just turned away and pursed her lips. I took that as a: Yes, I knew that, and you're a psychopath. Great... Well, I still don't believe them.

Persistence. I am determined, stubborn, and extremely persistent. Some people would describe me as naggy. I think that word is unfairly used to describe me, since it's a really denotative term for determination. However I know when to stop. I will be determined to have a task done, but when I see that it's quite impossible or it's not worth it, I'll stop trying to finish the task. Makes a lot of sense, right? That's how my life works. All revolved around logic.

Fears
Hmm... well it's certainly not spiders. I know a lot of people who don't like spiders, but I absolutely adore them. Just the way they crawl, and how interesting and lethal looking they are.

Snakes? Nah, they're way cool too. And not clowns. Clowns are just stupid. Not long falls. There isn't anywhere to fall from in the district anyway, really. I'll tell you what I've got a phobia for:

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